The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The ink did not dry. It did not settle into the parchment as it was supposed to, nor did it fade with the passing of the afternoon light. It pulsed. It breathed. It was a living thing, a dark vein of absolute knowledge that spread across the desk of Master Aldous, the city’s foremost scribe, with the slow, inevitable creep of a stain that no amount of scrubbing could remove. Thomas stood before...

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